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Whatever

WHATEVER

Without our past …
Whatever its attributes
It led us to this moment
When thoughts of it
Arise in our mind
Let us honour it
Release the thought
And proceed

Cogs Sans Cognition: Shadorma

COGS SANS COGNITION

Unaware
Within and without
Mystery
Surrounds us
One thing leads to another
They call it karma

A Stale Start

A STALE START

Here we are it seems
Stained with yesterday’s remains
Dazed and misty-eyed

The Rattle Of Keys

THE RATTLE OF KEYS

Karma is force of habit
One thing leads to another
One thing leads to another
Karma is force of habit

Karma is habits
Habits are karma
Habits are karma
Karma is habits

We are karma’s slave
Habits are its tool
We are karma’s master
Habits are our key

Weavers We (A poem)

WEAVERS

The past casts shadows over the present
Just as the present casts shadows over the future
Everything in the one tapestry is interwoven
The wise weaver will bear this fact in mind
And so avoid the trap of uncaring isolation

Indigestion

INDIGESTION

Forgot consequence
And it repeated on me
Something terrible

Indigestion

INDIGESTION

Forgot consequence
And it repeated on me
Something terrible

Karma Paths

KARMA PATHS

Breath
Digestion
Sine qua non

We love to dream
We have control

We have some
Not all though

Try controlling
Digestion
Breath!

Kali Yuga Time, Folks

KALI YUGA TIME, FOLKS

They soiled their linen
Over several lifetimes
Again and again
Then woke up, soaked, washed and rinsed
Now here comes the spin cycle

Just Words

JUST WORDS

They call it karma
Those who call themselves Buddhists
Yet love needs no name

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